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“THE GIANTS ALL WOKE UP, AND EACH ONE RUSHED TO A WINDOW” 






SIX GIANTS AND 
A GRIFFIN 

AND OTHER 
STORIES 

BY 

BIRDSALL OTIS EDEY 

ILLUSTRATED BY 

BEATRICE BAXTER RUYL 



J^EPV YORK 
R. H. RUSSELL 
1903 


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Copyright, 1903 

By Robert Howard Russell 


Published November, 1903 



TO 

MY LITTLE GIRL 


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L ay away the story, — 

Though the theme is sweet, 
There’s a lack of something yet 
Leaves it incomplete;— 
There’s a nameless yearning — 
Strangely undefined — 

For a story sweeter still 

Than the written kind. 

Therefore read no longer, — 

I’ve no heart to hear. 

But just something you make up, 

O my mother dear, — 

With your arms around me. 

Hold me, folded-eyed, — 
Only let your voice go on— 

I’ll be satisfied. 


"James Whitcomb Riley. 


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CONTENTS 

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Six Giants and a Griffin i 

Gertrude’S Visit to the Moon 13 

Jane and the Bears 17 

Sapphira and the Flying Pig 22 

The Christmas Trees 31 

Mother Goose’s Party 42 



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ILLUSTRATIONS 


“THE GIANTS ALL WOKE UP, AND EACH ONE RUSHED TO A WINDOW 

“AND IN THE BOX A LOVELY PEARL RING” 

“JANE AND BABY BEAR PLAYED GAMES” 

“SAPPHIRA SEATED ON THE BACK OF THE FLYING PIG” .... 
“AND IT WAS A BRIGHT LITTLE TREE, SET UP IN A STARCH BOX” 
“AND THEY HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME” 


Frontispiece 
Facing p. 14 
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G nomes were Teddy’s favorites. He had no brothers 
and sisters, so was obliged to make up games for him- 
self, and invent people to play with him, and the people 
were almost always gnomes. 

At the foot of the lawn which stretched before the house 
where he lived, stood an oak-tree. This tree was so old that 
the trunk was quite hollow, and Teddy could squeeze inside it 
by making himself small. It was here that all his wonderful 
adventures began. He always went to the oak every morning, 
vaguely hoping at sometime to catch sight of a belated elf, who 
might be lurking about after the day had really begun. 

It had been raining for two days, and Teddy had been 
kept indoors with a cold, which he hated very much, so on the 
third morning, when Mamma allowed him to run out for a little 
while he made all haste to the oak-tree, because he felt that 
something would be changed and he was quite dissappointed to 
find everything looking just as usual. But when he went inside, 
however, there was a difference; a small trap door, with a brass 
ring in it, had appeared in the bottom of the tree. 

Teddy was delighted, as he was sure the door had not been 
there two days ago, and he couldn’t imagine what it was for. 
In a minute he was trying to get it open, tugging at the brass 
ring as hard as he could. It was a tough struggle, but the door 
yielded at last, and so suddenly that Teddy fell over backward 
out through the opening of the tree. He didn’t mind that, and 
was up in a jiffy, looking down the black hole which he had un- 
covered. 


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At first he couldn’t see anything, then gradually made out 
some steps, at the bottom of which it seemed to be lighter. 
Ted hesitated, it was dark at the top, and he didn’t know how 
far away the light might be, but he made up his mind to go 
down, and he went cautiously, backward, as on a ladder. It 
was a long flight. When he reached the bottom step at last, he 
saw that the light came from an opening at the end of the pass- 
age, and was much farther off than it looked, but he kept on 
and when at last he arrived where it was brighter, he found him- 
self in a new and strange country. 

To his surprise everything was blue, — grass, leaves on the 
trees, flowers, all a deep, lovely blue, like the sea. Teddy stared 
about in much astonishment. There was no one in sight, but 
he heard a sort of soft, humming sound, like people singing. It 
seemed to come from the left, so he ran off in that direction, 
and on turning a corner, saw a hill in front of him, up which 
he climbed, and there the funniest sight met his eyes. 

Below, in a round clearing, was an open-air workshop. 
Tools of all kinds stood about, and in the center of a furnace in 
full blast, and hard at work were hundreds of little, blue 
gnomes. They were all hammering, sawing, and planing, mak- 
ing wooden tables and chairs of a very curious kind that Teddy 
had never seen before. They kept up an odd, chanting song, 
as they worked, and this was what Teddy had heard. The 
words were something like these : 

“Let us sing as we work, 

As hard as we’re able, 

Let us sing as we finish 
Each chair, and each table. 

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The giants will come, 

If we cease from our song. 

And eat us all up. 

So sing, sing along.” 

Another curious thing Teddy noticed, was the presence of 
about a hundred blue elephants. They walked in solemn pro- 
cession around the outskirts of the open space, each one holding 
with his trunk the tail of the one in front of him. Occasionally, 
the largest would put up his trunk and trumpet, and then they all 
would do the same, solemnly turn around, and walk the other 
way. 

While Teddy stood watching these strange sights one of 
the gnomes, who seemed to be an overseer, looked up and saw 
him. He gave a cry, which was echoed by the others, then with 
one accord they stopped working, ran up the hill, and threw 
themselves on the ground before Teddy, shouting. 

‘‘He has come, he has come, our preserver, our preserver!” 
Teddy was a good deal embarassed at this reception, and didn’t 
know exactly what to say, so he took off his hat, and bowed 
very politely, and said nothing. The gnomes, on the contrary, 
talked all the time, and all together, which made a great deal of 
noise, and was pretty confusing. Teddy heard the word “giant,” 
again and again, also the word “ kill,” and he wondered if he 
were to kill a giant, and if so, with what. After a while, they 
seemed to realize that he didn’t understand so they all fell back 
a little way, and the leader, the one who had given notice of 
Teddy’s arrival, stepped forward and said : 

“Teddy, we are glad to see you. We have watched you 
for a long, longtime, and always hoped to have a visit from you, 

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but we were obliged to wait before putting up the steps and the 
trap door, until you yourself had expressed a desire to help us, 
which you did last Saturday. Perhaps you remember saving one 
of my people from being killed by a cat on Saturday.” 

Teddy looked puzzled. “It was a frog I saved,” he said. 
“Topsywas going to eat it, and I was afraid she would get sick.” 

“It was not a frog,” said the gnome with much displeasure, 
“you may have thought it was a frog, but it was not.” He 
seemed so put out that Teddy felt himself growing very red and 
embarrassed. 

“I am sure I am very sorry,” he said, “and I am glad I 
was able to help you,” 

The gnome continued, but with much severity, “you then 
said, after you had driven away the savage animal, — ” 

“Topsy is not a savage animal,” interrupted Ted, “ she is 
a very nice cat.” 

“ She is a savage animal to us,” said the gnome, and all 
the other gnomes repeated, “ savage animal,” in a sort of a growl. 

“As I was saying,” the gnome went on, “ after having 
driven away the savage animal, you said you wished you could 
be like the celebrated “Jack the Giant-Killer,” and then we 
decided you would help us, and we put up the steps and door.” 

“What am I to do, now that I am here?” asked Teddy, 
much perplexed, “am I to kill a giant?” 

“You are to kill six,” replied the gnome, calmly, while a 
joyful chorus of “j'/at” came from the hundreds of little gnomes 
standing by. 

“Six,” echoed Teddy, faintly, “ I— I don’t think I could 
kill six. I’m not sure I could kill one^ alone.” 

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Not kill the six giants,” said the gnome, in a voice of 
anger and surprise, “ then why did you come ? ” 

I don’t know,” and Teddy began to wish heartily that 
he had never found the trap door, and never visited Gnome- 
land. 

There was a long silence, in which Teddy shifted his feet, 
twisted his cap into a string, and felt very unhappy and awk- 
ward. Then the silence was broken by the biggest gnome, who 
came a little closer to Teddy, and said, calmly, but firmly; 

You expressed a wish to kill a giant, here there are six, 
who come every night, when we are asleep and cannot sing, and 
when our elephants are obliged to leave us to attend to their 
other duties. When we wake in the morning, we find our work 
all undone and broken, our tools made useless, and often many 
of our number killed. You must rid us of these pests, and if 
you cannot think of a way now, you must remain here in cap- 
tivity until you do.” So speaking he led Teddy to a cave in 
the side of the hill, and pushed him in. 

When you are ready,” he said, ‘‘ you have only to blow 
this whistle loudly, twice, and you will be released,” then the 
door closed, and Teddy found himself alone. 

For a few minutes all he heard was the pattering of hun- 
dreds of little feet, going down the hill, then the chanting song 
commenced again, and he knew that they had gone back to 
their work. 

Teddy was thoroughly frightened ; he had no idea how 
to kill giants, though he had often thought about it, but now 
that the chance had come he couldn’t think of a single way to 
accomplish it, and after a while he began to cry. While he was 

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crying very hard, he heard a scratchy sound, and looking up, 
saw a little red squirrel, coming in through a crack in the cave. 
The squirrel winked very solemnly with one bright eye, and then 
remarked, 

“ I wouldn’t cry if I were you.” 

What would you do ? ” said Ted, rather put out by the 
squirrel’s tone. 

I’d go to work,” was the answer, delivered with another 

wink. 

I don’t know how to,” said Teddy, “and I can’t get out 
if I did know.” 

“You must find Mamma Know-all,” said the squirrel 
whisking his tail, “ she will help you, she knows you well, she 
is in your house a lot of the time.” 

“At my house?” said Teddy, much surprised, “where- 
abouts ? ” 

“ That would be telling,” and the squirrel winked again. 

Teddy rose to his feet, “ Let us go and find her at once,” 
he said, “ if I have to do this thing there is no use in waiting 
any longer.” 

“Now you are acting with some sense,” said the squirrel, 
“ blow your whistle and tell them you must be let out any way, 
that you can’t think locked up, and then start to your left, thro’ 
the woods and I will join you,” with that he scurried into the 
darkness, and disappeared. 

Teddy then blew his whistle twice, loudly, ajnd instantly 
the door opened, and he walked out. No one was in sight, so 
he obeyed the squirrel’s instructions, and ran to the woods, where 
the squirrel joined him. He walk quite a long way with little 

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Red-tail” sitting on his shoulder, and at last arrived at a house, 
on the side of a steep hill. Here ‘‘Red-tail” got down from 
Teddy’s shoulder, and hid in a tree. 

“ I don’t like Mamma Know-all,” he said, “ you can talk 
to her.” 

So Teddy knocked at the door, and a funny, little old 
woman came out. Teddy told her his troubles, and she agreed 
to help him. 

“ I’ve known for a long time how to kill the giants,” she 
said, “ but nobody has ever thought to ask me to help, and I 
can’t think why they supposed a little boy like you could do it 
without me. I’m going to give you three oranges, which you 
must peel as you need them. The Looking-glass Sea is at the 
top of this hill, and the giants live on the other side of the Sea. 
Do not use the oranges unless you have to, and above all things, 
do not step on the peel.” 

Teddy thanked her very much, took the oranges, and be- 
gan promptly to climb the hill, where the squirrel was waiting 
for him. 

They soon reached the top, and before them, stretched the 
Looking-glass Sea. Directly opposite stood the gray castle be- 
longing to the six giants. It had six enormous doors, six enor- 
mous windows, one over each door, and also six chimneys. It 
stood so close to the edge of the sea, that Teddy saw its reflec- 
tion quite clearly, which made it seem twice its real size. He 
stared at the castle in hopeless despair. 

“ They must be large giants,” he said. 

“ They are,” answered the squirrel, “ the very largest.” 

“ I suppose I’d better cross the sea,” remarked Teddy. 

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I suppose you’d better try to cross the sea,” said the 
squirrel. 

So Teddy put one foot on the edge, then the other foot 
and then he took one step, and then he landed flat on his back 
with a most awful thump. This both surprised and hurt him, 
and he crawled on his hands and knees to the bank, feeling dis- 
couraged. 

‘G think I had better peel an orange,” he said, I’ll never 
be able to walk over.” 

The squirrel agreed to this, and they did it together, being 
very careful to throw the peel behind them, so that they should 
not step on it. 

Just as they finished, the orange slipped from Teddy’s hand, 
skipped off on the sea, and turned into a pair of beautiful big 
wheels, all nicely rubber tired, like bicycle wheels, and with a 
little seat swung in between them. Teddy was much delighted, 
and lost no time in taking the seat. The wheels instantly began 
to roll over the sea, and when he was very nearly across he saw 
to his horror, looming up on the opposite bank, a very large 
bright green Griffin, with a long scaly tail, and very big claws. 
The wheels seemed to be as frightened as Teddy, for they stopped 
short, and Teddy and the Griffin looked at each other. Finally 
the Griffin roared at him. 

‘^What do you want here boy?” Teddy didn’t wish to 
say what he really wanted, so he gave a pleasant smile, and said: 

‘G came to see you.” The Griffin looked as if he didn’t 
believe that, and invited Teddy ashore, but Teddy was not to 
be caught so easily, and he invited the Griffin to come out on 
the Looking-glass Sea. This the Griffin refused to do, and 

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Teddy asked the wheels to wheel him as close to the bank as 
was safe, which they did, then the little seat lowered him to the 
ice, and the wheels disappeared. 

Teddy sat there and looked at the Griffin, and wondered 
what the next move should be, when it suddenly occured to him 
that it was time to use another orange. There was no place to 
leave the peel except on the sea, but the squirrel managed to 
carry the pieces quite off to the right, so that they wouldn’t be 
in the way. 

When Teddy had finished peeling, the orange slipped out 
of his hand, just as the other had done, shot to the bank, and 
promptly turned into a dozen little cakes. 

‘‘ Have some cake,” said Teddy. 

“You come and hand them to me,” said the Griffin. 

“ No, you reach them for yourself,” said Teddy, “ they are 
near the edge.” 

Now the Griffin liked cakes, very much indeed, and these 
had pink frosting on them, and looked very delicious, so he 
gingerly leaned over the edge, and took one, and finding it good, 
ate them all. 

Just as he finished the last one, he began to bellow and 
roar, and made such a noise that the giants all woke up, and 
each one rushed to a window, and pushed out his head. 

Now these giants were very peculiar. Each had different 
colored hair, and a great deal of it, — the first one black, the 
second brown, the third white, the fourth yellow, the fifth red 
and the sixth bright green. As they stuck out their heads, each 
through his own window, they presented a very fascinating and 
yet, awful appearance. They seemed much upset at hearing the 

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griffin roar and see him stagger around, and they shouted to him 
all together. 

‘‘What is the matter ? What has happened?” 

“ Fm killed,” said the Griffin, “ and by that dreadful little 
boy. Come out and put an end to him,” and with that he 
exploded, and flew up into the sky, like a big green cloud. 

The giants screamed with rage, and calling to Teddy to 
wait till they came down, each drew in his head and disap- 
peared : But they re-appeared in a minute, armed with enor- 
mous clubs, and were soon at the edge of the sea. 

“ Come here,” they called, “come here, you young rascal,” 
and shook their sticks at him, but Teddy sat where he was, and 
laughed, they looked so funny, all standing on the bank, with 
their different colored hair. 

Finally the one with the red hair became so angry that he 
stepped on the Looking-glass Sea, and put his foot on the 
orange peel that the squirrel had laid in a nice heap. His feet 
flew out from under him just as Teddy’s had done, and he came 
down with such an awful crash that he went right through and 
disappeared. 

“ There’s one gone,” said the squirrel, pleased “ and easily 
too. Now how about the other five ? ” 

“I don’t know,” said Teddy doubtfully, “had I better peal 
the last orange ? ” 

“ I suppose you had,” said the squirrel, “ it’s your last 
chance, and if it doesn’t work, we’re lost.” 

Teddy nodded as he was too busy to answer. He was 
throwing the pieces of peel at the giants, and as he threw them 
they turned into little sharp stones, and hit them, and hurt them 

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and that made them still more angry, and they called all the 
louder to him, but they didn’t dare step on the sea. 

When Teddy finished the Orange he laid it carefully down 
beside him, and waited to see what would happen. For at 
least five minutes it stayed where he had put it, and then it dis- 
appeared and Teddy began to be awfully frightened, when all 
of a sudden he heard a very strange sound, and turned to look 
in the direction from which it came. The sound continued 
drawing nearer and nearer. It was a funny noise, swishy and 
squashy, now faint, now loud, but surely coming closer all the 
time. The giants heard it, and grew uneasy ; they pressed to 
the shore of the sea, and threatened Teddy more and more with 
their clubs. 

Suddenly, just as Teddy had begun to think Mammy- 
Know-all had gone back on him altogether, a cloud of great 
white birds appeared, thousands of them, all flapping their wings 
together, till it sounded like the roll of drums. They descended 
upon the giants, pecking them with their bills, and smothering 
them with their wings, till the giants in desperation, ran out on 
the sea, and all fell through ! 

The very second the green one sank out of sight, the 
Looking-glass Sea turned into water, and Teddy and the Squirrel 
were glad enough to scramble into a piece of orange peel which 
had turned into a little yellow boat. 

Just as they were wondering which way they ought to go 
they heard a great hullabaloo from the opposite shore, and there 
were all the gnomes, ranged along the bank, shouting and wav- 
ing at Teddy, begging him to make haste over, that they might 
crown him their king. 


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But Teddy didn’t want to go over, he didn’t want to be 
a king, he was tired of the gnomes, and their blue elephants, 
and their hollow trees, and he didn’t propose to go back, and 
be told to kill anything more, so he asked the squirrel if he 
knew how he could get home some other way, and the squirrel 
said, ‘‘ shut your eyes, and say : 

One, two, three. 

Oak tree, oak tree,’* 

It was no sooner said than done, and immediately he found 
himself in the hollow oak, at the foot of the steps, and lost no 
time in climbing to the top. As he shut the trap door behind 
him, he heard the shouts of the gnomes, calling him to come 
back, and be their king, but he and the squirrel fastened the 
trap door in its place, quickly^ and then a very funny thing 
happened. 

The squirrel who had been so friendly just the minute 
before, suddenly became very wild, and ran chattering out of 
the oak-tree, and though Teddy ran after him, called him, 
begged him to come back, reminded him of the lovely time 
they had just had, he only ran further away, and finally disap- 
peared up a beach-tree leaving Teddy standing disconsolately at 
the foot, wondering whether the thing had really happened, or 
whether it was all a dream ! 


GERTRUDE’S VISIT TO THE MOON 


D id you ever hear of a little girl so fond of looking at 
the moon, that she quite forgot to obey her mother 
and stay in bed, if she thought there was a chance of 
watching the big silver globe, as it hung in the sky ? 
Well, I am going to tell you about this little girl. 

Her name was Gertrude; she was nine years old, and 
looked much the same as other little girls of nine, and was just 
about as tall. Except for her love of the moon, she was only 
an ordinary little girl, with hair to be curled, lessons to learn 
and all such unpleasant things to attend to. 

One night Gertrude’s mamma had tucked her safely in bed 
and left her with a kiss, and she lay wondering whether the 
moon were shining, as it seemed very dark, and whether she 
dared get up for one peep or not, when bang ! away went the 
window shade, right to the top, without any warning, and 
instantly the room was filled with a silver light. 

Gertrude sat up and softly put first one foot out of bed, 
then the other, and running to the window, looked out. There 
was the moon gazing down at her with what seemed a kindly 
smile on its broad face, and from it came straight to her window, 
a beautiful band of white light, like a sort of fairy bridge. 

‘‘Oh, dear,” sighed Gertrude, “I feel as though I could 
walk up that lovely bridge, if I had a moon boy or girl to help 
me.” 

As she spoke she noticed something sliding towards her, 
down the silvery band, very fast, and while she looked, it grew 
bigger and bigger, until it landed on the roof of the Piazza, 

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when she saw that it was a white sled, and on it there was the 
prettiest little girl she had ever seen. She was of about the 
same size as Gertrude, and was dressed all in shimmery white ; 
even her long hair was such a pale yellow as to be silver. She 
smiled at Gertrude and approached the window holding out her 
hand. 

‘‘ I am Amorita,” she said, ‘^and I have come from the 
Crown Prince ; it is his birthday, and he bids me invite you to 
his party in the moon.” 

Gertrude’s face was alight all in a minute with joy, and 
she cried : 

‘‘The Crown Prince! oh, I should love to go with you, 
Amorita, but I am not dressed, I have on my nightgown.” 

“ Never mind,” said the moon child, “that will be arranged * 
later, you will see. Climb out of the window, and come with 
me.” 

Gertrude needed no more urging ; in a second she had 
jumped on a chair, and then out to the piazza roof, and seated 
herself on the sled. 

“How can we slide up hill, Amorita?” she asked. And 
Amorita answered, as she clapped her hands together; “Wait, 
watch and see.” 

Gertrude watched, and in a minute two beautiful white 
moths appeared, flying slowly and gracefully towards them. 
They stopped in front of the sled, and Amorita seizing the white 
reins that hung from their harness, they started swiftly up the 
shaft of light, drawn by the even motion of the flufly white 
wings. 

Up, up, up, until they reached a pair of beautiful white 

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gates, which were opened by another moth, and they found 
themselves in front of the Moon Palace. They went straight 
into a magnificent ballroom, full of people all in white, who 
were dancing to the music of a band of white mice playing on 
silver instruments. At the end of the room, on a huge throne, 
sat the King and Queen, and at their feet sat the Crown Prince, 
who, when he saw the children coming, rose, and with an ex- 
clamation of joy, ran to meet them. 

Oh, Gertrude,” he cried, “ I have watched you often 
from my window and I love you very much. I have waited so 
long to have you come,” and he kissed her on the cheek. 
Gertrude thought of her nightgown and felt herself blushing 
very red, but on looking down, she saw she had on a silver dress 
and shoes, and she felt happy again. 

The Crown Prince led her to the King and Queen, and 
they greeted her with sweet smiles of welcome, bade her dance, 
and enjoy herself. The Prince told how much he wanted her 
to stay in his world, that when he and she both grew up they 
should get married, and be King and Queen of the moon people. 

While they were talking about it, a trumpet blew, and 
everybody stopped dancing, and formed a procession, headed by 
two white rabbits, blowing on silver horns ; then came the band, 
then the King and Queen and behind them the Crown Prince, 
with Gertrude on one side, and Amorita on the other, and be- 
hind them all the ladies and gentlemen of the court. 

The dining hall was reached at last and here stood a long 
table, in the centre of which was a large birthday cake, with 
twelve candles, each burning in a silver rose. The Crown Prince 
sat opposite the cake, with Gertrude next to him. 

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GERTRUDE’S VISIT TO THE MOON 

In the middle of the feast, the Prince rose, and introduced 
her to all his people, as his little bride, and they cheered, and 
drank her health out of big round glasses with the Man in the 
Moon painted on them. Then he cut the cake, and in Gert- 
rude’s piece was a little white satin box, and in the box a lovely 
pearl ring. The Prince was just putting it on her finger, when 
she felt herself slipping, slipping, and before she knew what had 
happened, — she was in bed, and her mamma was standing, look- 
ing at her, with a smile. 

Many happy returns of the day, little girl,” said she. 
« Look what your Uncle John has sent you,” and she handed 
her a little box. In it was a ring, just like the ring the Crown 
Prince was giving her when she fell out of the moon. 

“ Oh, mamma, that is my engagement ring,” cried Gertrude, 
and as mamma looked very much puzzled, she hastened to 
explain. 

Mamma seemed to think it was a dream, but Gertrude 
likes to think it was not, and nights when the moon is full, she 
stands at the window, and waves her hand, — the hand with the 
ring on it, — and she believes the Crown Prince sees her and 
waves back, even though she cannot see him. 


B. O. E. 


JANE AND THE BEARS 

J ANE loved to read, and above all, to read fairy tales. She 
had a great number of books, of every kind, but the one 
she liked best was The Three Bears.” Her copy of the 
book had very large, bright pictures of Silverlocks, the 
Bears and the little house. The story was printed in nice, big, 
plain letters, so that Jane had no trouble in reading it to herself 
when Mamma was too busy to read it for her. Jane lived on 
the outskirts of a wood, and it was her great pleasure to go into 
it a little way, and sit down at the foot of an oak-tree, read 
about the Bears, and fancy they were alive, and talking to her. 

One day she had been dreaming thus for a long time, 
when suddenly she felt that the Bears were real, and that by 
going into the woods a long way, she could find them just as 
Silverlocks had found them. So she shut up the book, tucked 
it under her arm, and ran down a little narrow path just ahead 
of her. After she had been running quite a while, she became 
very much out of breath, for Jane was a fat little girl, so she 
stopped and looked about her. It seemed rather dark, the 
trees grew so thickly and she felt a little bit frightened, but one 
look at the beloved book, still tucked firmly under her arm, 
spurred her to venture further before giving up hope altogether. 
But the further she went, the darker it grew, and Jane suddenly 
realized that it must be getting night, and then,— she tried to 
go home, and couldn’t find the way. Finally after trying for 
some time, she sat down by a big tree, and burst into tears. 

While she was crying very bitterly, she thought she heard a 
noise, a sort of scrunchy sound, like a heaving body walking. 

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She put out her hand and felt something furry. She gave a 
scream and started to run away, when a big voice, quite kind, 
but oh, so big and gruff, said : 

Little girl, why do you cry ? ” 

Jane answered very timidly, I cry because I am lost.” 

‘‘Lost,” echoed the big voice, “ where were you going”? 

“ To find the Three bears,” sobbed Jane, “ and I can’t 
find them.” 

“The Three Bears,” roared the voice, “why, I am Mr. 
Bear, what do you want with us ? ” 

Jane came quite close to him, and peered at him through 
the darkness. Mr. Bear, sure enough, big, hairy, and brown, just 
like the pictures ! Jane quite forgot her manners in the excite- 
ment of the minute, and clasping her two little, fat hands to- 
gether, cried, 

“ Oh, are you truly real bears ? ” 

“ Real bears ? ” roared Mr. Bear, in a voice of thunder, “ of 
course we’re real bears. What an insulting question ! I ought 
to punish you well for that. Real bears, indeed ! ” and he 
roared louder than ever. 

Poor Jane was frightened to death. She sat down on the 
ground, and screamed, “ Oh, Mr. Bear, I’m so sorry. I will be 
good, oh, I will be good. Please don’t eat me up ! ” 

Mr. Bear grew more gentle when he saw how penitent she 
was, and told her if she would climb on his back, he would take 
her to Mrs. Bear and the Baby Bear who were waiting for him. 
Jane was a little doubtful about accepting the invitation, he 
was such a large bear, and she was such a little girl, a nice, fat 
morsel, too, — she had been told so before by her Papa, — still 

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the temptation was very great, so she climbed on his broad back, 
settled herself comfortably, and off they started. 

They journeyed quite a long way, and finally it became 
lighter, and the trees grew further apart, until they came to a 
clearing, and there, right in the very middle, stood the little 
house, with its three doors, its three windows, its three chimneys, 
so like the pictures in her book, that Jane almost fell off the 
bear’s back, when she saw it. They stopped in front of one of 
the doors, and out ran the Baby Bear. When he saw Jane sit- 
ting on his father’s back, he gave a funny little squeal, and hur- 
ried into the house, calling. 

Oh, Mamma, Mamma, put away my chair, and my blue 
bowl, here’s another horrid little girl, come with Pa, and I’m sure 
she will break them again. She’s much bigger than the other 
one.” 

Mamma Bear went to the door. She looked just like the 
pictures too, and had a bonnet with strings tied under her chin. 

“ Mercy me. Pa,” she said, who have you brought now? ” 

‘Ht’s a little girl,” said Mr. Bear, ‘H found her in the 
woods, hunting for our house. She’s a silly child,” — this very 
severely — she believed that we were not real ”. 

Mamma Bear gave a violent roar of rage, and said: ‘‘Of 
course we are real,” in her middle-sized voice, which was not so 
squeaky as the Baby Bear’s voice, and not so gruff as Papa Bear’s. 
Jane hastened to apologize again, and begged to be allowed to 
see the inside of the house, and as Mamma Bear was very good- 
natured, she took her in. 

Jane saw the big chair, that was so hard, the middle-sized 
chair, that was so soft, and the little chair, that Silverlocks had 

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broken, and it was all mended with string. She wanted to sit 
in it but the Baby Bear made such a fuss, she gave up the at- 
tempt. They showed her the great, big bowl full of very pep- 
pery soup, the middle-sized bowl full of very salty soup, and the 
Baby Bear’s bowl, which was mended with glue. He let Jane 
taste a little of his soup, just a very little, because he was afraid 
she would take it all, and he would have none. 

Then they invited her upstairs, and showed her all the 
beds, and these she was allowed to try. She had a great deal 
of trouble getting up on Mr. Bear’s bed, it was so high, and when 
she did succeed she was glad to get down again, for it was just 
as hard now as when Silverlocks had found it. The middle- 
sized bed she passed by almost without looking at it, she was so 
anxious to get to Baby Bears bed, and see where Silverlocks had 
gone to sleep on that eventful day. 

Then they showed the window through which Silverlocks 
had jumped out, and the Baby Bear hopefully suggested that Jane 
could do the same, if she liked ! When they went downstairs 
again. Mamma Bear gave Jane some nice little cakes she had baked. 

Jane thought she ought to go home, but didn’t know how 
to go. Mr. Bear said he couldn’t possibly take her, it was much 
too far. Mamma said she couldn’t possibly take her, because 
she was much too fat, and Baby Bear said she couldn’t possibly 
stay where she was because he couldn’t think of letting her sleep 
in his bed. So it seemed for a little while as though Jane would 
never get home. Suddenly Mamma Bear had an idea. 

Why don’t you call in Red Riding-Hood’s wolf? He 
goes by every day, and perhaps he will know how she can get out 
of the forest.” 


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So they all went in front of the house, and waited. Jane 
and the Baby Bear played games, only the Baby Bear could climb 
trees, and Jane couldn’t, so in hide-and-go-seek he was able to 
get away quite easily. 

Pretty soon they heard a galloping sound, and up came 
a big, gray wolf. Papa Bear explained to him what they wanted. 
The wolf was delighted, but said he had to go first to the Grand- 
mother’s cottage, because Red Riding-hood was there, and he 
had a message to give from her mother, but if Jane didn’t mind 
going too, why, it would be all right. You can easily imagine 
Jane was most willing, so they put her on the wolf’s back, after 
the Baby Bear had hugged her ‘‘good-bye”. 

The wolf went much faster than the Bear, and Jane had 
great difficulty in staying on his back, but she managed not to 
fall off, and soon they arrived at the Grandmother’s cottage, and 
found the grandmother and Red Riding-hood positively sitting 
down to supper. They invited Jane to have a little of the de- 
licious cream cheese, and fresh cake which she was very glad to 
do. While she was eating she confided to the Grandmother 
her troubles about getting home, and Grandmother said if Jane 
v/ould take off her clothes, and get right into bed she would be 
home in a jiffy. As Jane was rather tired, she didn’t mind doing 
this at all. She shut her eyes, just as Grandma told her to, and 
while she lay there, she could still hear them talking, and she 
heard them say: 

“Jane, Jane, Jane,” and it sounded very familiar, too, it 
sounded like Nurse. Why! it couldn’t be Nurse ! How could 
she have come there? Then Jane thought she would have to 
open her eyes, and so she did, — and there she was sitting at the 
bottom of the tree, with her book in her lap, and it was Nurse’s 
voice she heard, and it meant “supper.” 

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SAPPHIRA AND THE FLYING PIG 


S APPHIRA’S mamma and papa owned a flying pig. Of 
course people who have not had a flying pig in the 
family do not know how uninteresting they are. Sap- 
phira knew, and the Flying Pig was a great trial to her. 
In the first place, he was locked up in a large wire cage so that 
he couldn’t possibly fly, then he was watched all the time by 
two little page boys, so that nothing could ever disturb or annoy 
him, and he was never taken out except when the family were 
giving a party, and he was called on to entertain the guests. 
Sapphira often longed to play with him, he seemed as if he 
would be quite a decent playfellow, but he was asleep most of 
the time, so that she had grown accustomed to expect no'thing 
much of him. Of course she went every day, on her way down 
to the beach, and said “ Good morning. Flying Pig,” respect- 
fully, because after all you had to be respectful to a pig that 
could fly if it wanted to, and he always responded, “Good 
morning, Sapphira,” but he never budged, and he never said 
more than that, so Sapphira would leave him, and go on with 
her pail and shovel to dig in the sand. 

At the beach Sapphira had some real friends, and they 
were the Walruses. To be sure they couldn’t be frightfully 
intimate because they were unable to come in shore for fear of 
running aground in the shallow water, so they stayed just out- 
side the breakers and bobbed up and down over the waves, 
their great tusks gleaming in the sunlight, and as their voices 
were very loud they could talk to Sapphira easily as she sat on 
the beach. They were always very anxious for her to come 

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out and see then, and they had promised her the loveliest time 
if she could only spend the day, but there was always the 
difficulty of her getting out through the breakers to them, as 
she couldn’t swim, so they had been obliged to give it up. 

One morning, just as Sapphira had finished a most beauti- 
ful fort with a trench all around it into which the water would 
flow when the tide came in, the oldest Walrus shouted to her, 

“Sapphira, hasn’t your father a flying Pig? ” 

“Yes,” said Sapphira. 

“Well, why couldn’t he bring you out to us ? 

“ He’s locked up,” said Sapphira,” the door of the cage 
has a padlock, of which father carries the key, and he’s watched 
all the time by two boys. He couldn’t ever get out. 

“ Poor thing,” said the Walrus, “it must be awful to be 
locked up.” 

“He doesn’t care,” said Sapphira, “he’s a terribly stupid 
thing, he sleeps all the time.” 

Just then a large, brightly colored bird was seen flying 
towards them. He had a beautiful topknot of green and yellow 
feathers that shone in the sun, and made him look very grand. 
He alighted on the sand alongside of Sapphira, and began to 
smooth out his feathers as if he were very proud of them. 

“ The Squawking Cockatoo,” said the Walrus. 

Then they all shouted together, “ Good morning. Cocka- 
too.” 

The Cockatoo nodded his head very gravely in return, and 

said, 

“ What are you all talking about ? ” 

“About Sapphira’s coming to pay us a visit and spend the 
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day,” said the Walrus, she can’t get out to us, and we can’t 
get in to her, and we were just discussing asking the Flying Pig 
what he could do to help us, but she says he is locked up.” 

“You can’t get the key ?” said the Cockatoo to Sapphira. 
Sapphira shook head. 

“And he can’t get out unless you do ? ” 

“No,” said Sapphira. 

“ What are the bars of the cage made of? ” asked the 
Cockatoo, thoughtfully. 

“Something shiny that looks like gold, but I don’t think 
it is real gold,” answered Sapphira. 

“ You couldn’t possibly bite them through with your beak,” 
said the Walrus, “of course they would be too hard for that.” 

The Cockatoo gave a little strut of pride. “ They would 
have to be much harder than anything I’ve seen yet,” he said. 

Sapphira had become very interested now, and she left the 
fort, and came over to the side of the Cockatoo. 

“ Oh, Mr. Cockatoo,” she said, “ if you could only invent 
a way to get the Flying Pig out of his cage so that I could go 
and spend the day with the Walruses it would be so splendido 
Do you think you could ? ” 

The Cockatoo gave a queer, squeaky sound, — Sapphira 
was not sure whether it was meant to be a laugh or not, it 
certainly did not sound much like one, — and said, 

“You be at the cage at nine to-morrow morning, and we’ll 
see,” then spreading his large parti-colored wings he flew away. 

Sapphira was so excited that she entirely forgot to notice 
that the water had gone into the trench around the fort, or 
that the sand she was standing on was very wet, and that she 

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herself would be very wet the next wave that came up. The 
excitement of spending the day with the Walruses was too much 
for her, and they were excited too, and bobbed up and down 
on the waves more wildly than ever. They all shouted to her 
at once of the pleasures in store for her, but a large wave that 
curled lovingly around Sapphira’s feet, quite wetting her shoes 
and stockings, brought her to herself reminded her rather un- 
pleasantly that she would probably be scolded when she got 
home. 

She started at once, however, thinking it was better to have 
it over, and the joy of to-morrow could not be spoiled by a 
scolding about wet feet. As she went by the Flying Pig’s cage, 
she stopped a minute and asked him if he would like to get 
out. He looked at her with one eye, the other being closed, 
and said sleepily, 

I never have been out. Silly girl ! you know the cage 
is locked.” 

“ But would you like to ? ” persisted Sapphira. 

The Pig moved restlessly in the straw. ‘‘ Don’t talk about 
it, please,” he said, “it makes me feel wakeful.” 

Sapphira laughed and ran off to the house, thinking glee- 
fully how pleased he would be to-morrow. 

To-morrow was a beautiful day, and Sapphira was up 
early, and by nine o’clock was out by the cage, and here a new 
difficulty appeared for the first time. How was she to distract 
the attention of the two page boys, while the Squawking Cocka- 
too bit through the bars ? While she was thinking, she 
suddenly remembered a beautiful pale blue and pink ball that 
had been given her by her Fairy Godmother on her last birth- 

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day. She couldn’t tell why she had thought of it, but it seemed 
almost as though someone had said to her, Go and get your 
fairy ball.” She brought it out, and invited the boys to a game. 
The ball, being a fairy one, and knowing perfectly well what 
was expected of it, led the boys farther and farther away from 
the cage until they were quite out of sight, and Sapphira, run- 
ning to the bars, called 

‘‘Flying Pig! Flying Pig! wake up. The Squawking 
Cockatoo is coming, he’s going to bite through the bars of your 
cage, and you are to take me on your back to the Walruses, so 
that I may spend the day with them. Do you hear. Flying Pig ? ” 

Of course he heard, and he was quite as excited as Sapphira. 
“And after I’ve taken you to the Walruses,” he said, “may I 
fly around myself? ” 

“Yes indeed, you may,” said Sapphira, “only you must 
bring me back by five, so that I won’t be missed.” 

“ But / shall be missed,” said the Flying Pig, very sadly, 
“ No use, Sapphira. When they come out to give me my 
dinner, they’ll find the cage empty, and the magic weathervane 
would show where I was. I tell you it’s no use,” and he sank 
down, and large tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“ Why couldn’t one of the common pigs come in, in your 
place ? I’m sure they would love to spend the day in your 
cage, and they would never say a word.” 

The Flying Pig brightened considerably. “That would 
do,” he said. “Could you get one of them up here ?” 

“Oh, yes,” said Sapphira, “I’m sure the fattest one would 
follow me, he knows me quite well, and oh, here is the Squawk- 
ing Cockatoo.” 


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Sure enough, the beautiful bird swooped down like a glit- 
tering rainbow on the top of the gilded cage. 

“Is everything all ready?” he asked. 

Sapphira explained about her having to get the common 
pig, and the Cockatoo agreed, only saying she must do it at once, 
as there was not a minute to be lost. 

The Fattest Pig was very glad to see Sapphira, and per- 
fectly willing to do as he was told, in fact spending the day in 
the Flying Pig’s cage was the one ambition of his lazy soul. 
When they got back to the cage, they found the Cockatoo had 
bee*^ s good as his word, and four bars had been bitten through. 
In less time than it takes to tell, the Flying Pig was out, and 
the Fattest Pig was in, the bars were replaced, and Sapphira, 
seated on the back of the Flying Pig, and accompained by the 
Squawking Cockatoo, was on her way to the ocean. 

They found the Walruses all drawn up in line, just out- 
side the breakers. They had with them a dear little boat, for 
they pointed out to Sapphira she couldn’t sit on their backs 
without getting very wet, as they swam so low in the water. 
It was decided that the Flying Pig should be back in that same 
spot at half-past four, and having planted Sapphira safely in the 
bottom of the little boat, he flew away with squeals of joy. 

The Walruses started immediately, drawing the little boat 
after them, and they seemed to swim quite a long, long way, till 
they came to an island that was just covered with walruses of 
all sizes and shapes. They were perfectly delighted to see Sap- 
phira, and hastened to the water’s edge, with shouts of welcome. 
The wife of the biggest Walrus, who was Sapphira’s greatest 
friend, took charge of the entertainment, and it was she who 

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directed the landing of the boat, and made the little speech of 
welcome to Sapphira. 

Then followed a day of such wild gayety that Sapphira 
thinks she will never forget it, if she lives to be a hundred. 
The Walruses showed her caves of the most beautiful colors 
where the mermaids lived. They taught her how to dive off 
of the rocks, so that she could go straight to the bottom and 
bring up some of the lovely flowers that grew down there, and 
Sapphira wondered why she had never been able to do it before, 
for she had always bathed, but somehow this seemed quite 
different. Then some of the little Walruses were so funny, the 
way they tumbled off the rocks, and crawled up again. 

In the middle of the day they had dinner, served out on 
the rocks, and everything was delicious, though Sapphira couldn’t 
tell what one of the dishes was. After dinner the biggest Walrus 
suggested that they should go and visit the Old Man of the Sea, 
so Sapphira got into the boat, and the Walruses pulling it, they 
went quite a long way till they came to a funny little pointed 
rock that rose right out of the sea, and had a little gold bell 
hanging on its top. This bell one of the Walruses rang, and 
then they all waited. Pretty soon there was a sort of a bub- 
bling on the surface of the water near the rock, and a most 
beautiful mermaid appeared. 

When she saw Sapphira she seemed quite pleased, and 
asked if she were coming down to see the Old Man of the Sea. 
Sapphira said yes ” and the mermaid took hold of the edge of 
the boat and said, ^‘shut your eyes,” which Sapphira did. She 
felt the queerest rushing sensation, and the water surged all 
around her ears, and for a minute she was awfully frightened^ 

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but the next minute she heard the voice of the mermaid saying, 
“open your eyes, Sapphira,” and she was standing in a gorgeous 
hall, all mother of pearl in the most lovely colors. They went 
through this into a large room, and seated on a pink coral 
throne was the Old Man of the Sea. He was very old, with 
long gray hair and curling beard, but he had kind eyes, and he 
was very glad to see Sapphira. He gave her a lovely string of 
pearls to remember him by, and just as they had begun to be 
very friendly, and Sapphira was telling him about the Flying 
Pig and the Squawking Cockatoo, the mermaid came hurrying 
in. 

“The Walruses say you must go, Sapphira,” she said. “ It 
is after half-past four, and the Flying Pig has been missed.” 

Sapphira said “ good-bye ” hurriedly, took her seat in the 
boat, and was rushed up again to the surface of the ocean. 
There were the Walruses in great excitement. The Squawking 
Cockatoo had come to tell them that the Flying Pig had been 
missed, and that there was the greatest hullabaloo. 

“It appears that the Fattest Pig was fool enough to grunt 
several times with pleasure over his dinner,” said the Cockatoo, 
severely. “ Of course everyone knows that the Flying Pig does 
not grunt and the page boys gave the alarm at once.” 

Sapphira was hustled ashore on the back ot the Flying 
Pig, accompanied by the Cockatoo, who wanted to see the end 
of the fight. 

When they reached the cage they found the entire family 
gathered around, all talking at once, and Sapphira’s mother was 
wringing her hands, in despair, for the little girl had also been 
missed. The Flying Pig, with Sapphira on his back, floated 

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down quietly and remained stationary a little above the top of 
the cage. One of the page boys looked up and saw him. 

‘‘There he is! There he is ! ” he cried. 

“ Oh, Flying Pig,” said Sapphira’s father, “ where have you 
been ? and Sapphira, too ! ” 

“We’ve been out,” said the Flying Pig, quietly, “ and 
what is more. I’m not coming back unless you promise me that 
the doors of the cage shall be left unlocked between the hours 
of two and five every day, so that I may go out. “ I’m tired to 
death of being locked up, and I won’t have it.” 

“It shall be as you wish. Flying Pig, only come back,” 
said Sapphira’s father. 

“The door of the cage shall be left open ?” asked the Pig, 
still a little suspicious. 

“ Absolutely open,” was the answer. 

“ And Sapphira may go with me whenever I want to take 
her ? ” asked the Pig, coming a little nearer. 

“ Whenever you want to take her.” 

“Very well,” said the Pig, alighting on the ground, “then 
we’ll come back.” 

Everyone was so glad to see them that they quite forgot to 
scold, and from that time the Flying Pig goes out every day, 
and he almost always takes Sapphira with him, and usually the 
Squawking Cockatoo goes too. 


THE CHRISTMAS TREES 


O F course, they were bright. Otherwise they could hardly 
have been for a Christmas tree. They were twelve 
in a box, and they ran in twos as to color — by this I 
mean that there were two blues, two reds, two greens, 
two silvery, two goldy, and two bright pink. The box was 
divided into little compartments, one for each ball, and lined 
with a peculiar, dirty cotton, common to Christmas ornament 
boxes, and the compartments were meant to keep the balls from 
knocking against each other and breaking. This it did, but it 
did not keep them from constantly squabbling, fighting and 
fussing, which, I am sorry to say, they did all the time. 

They stood, or rather their box stood, on a big table with 
many other ornaments in Wanamaker’s big store, and the never- 
ceasing crowd pushed backwards and forwards by them all the 
day. They were much admired by all, but no one bought them. 
It seemed that being rather a high order of ornament they were 
quite expensive, so they leaned against the edge of the shelf, and 
shone, glistened, fought and quarreled as to which was the 
prettier — until the others were tired of hearing them. 

A large Santa Claus, resplendent in a red overcoat, stood 
on the top shelf in the center, trying to keep order, and around 
him a row of smaller and less magnificent Santa Claus’ with 
black coats, trying to help, but he was not so expensive as the 
balls, so they paid no heed to him. 

Of course,” said the goldy balls — they always spoke to- 
gether, — you may say what you like, but none of you shine as 
we do.” 


THE CHRISTMAS TREES 


We think we give a purer and less lurid light,” remarked 
the silver. 

“You may do that, but you don’t light up as we do,” said 
the red balls. 

“And we;” “And we,” shouted the others. 

“ A nice, fat baby just came by on his mother’s arm and 
tried to take me out of the box,” said the top pink ball, tremb- 
ling with pleasure. “ I hoped his mother would buy me.” 

“ We are not for sale singly,” said the other pink, a little 
hurt that the baby had not seen him, “ besides he would have 
squeezed you, and broken you, then you might have cut his 
lingers.” 

“ I shouldn’t like to do that,” said the first pink ball again, 
looking anxious. “ I hope he won’t come again, he might 
snatch me.” 

“ Don’t you worry, if he snatches at all, it will be at us,” 
said the gold balls again. 

“ Or at us,” shouted all the others. 

“ Ding, dong, peace, peace,” rang a bell, which hung on 
a trimmed tree at the corner of the table, “ how you quarrel ! 
Santa Claus, can’t you stop them ? ” 

“ No,” said the old man, sadly, “ they don’t heed me, they 
are so noisy.” 

“ Is this the one you mean ? ” a voice broke through the 
babble, and a hand took down the box. With one accord the 
gaily colored balls shivered, and each one closed his or her eyes, 
afraid to even breathe. 

“\es, thank you. See, Estelle, what pretty ones, and 
quite unusual,” said another voice. 

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^‘Yes, ma’am,” said the shop-girl, we have only one of 
these, they are a little higher priced than what we usually carry.” 

The balls swelled with pride at this, and then being unable 
to restrain their curiosity any longer, they opened their eyes, and 
looked right up into the pale, pretty face of a little girl, who was 
gazing at them, but with a very small show of interest. Goldy 
decided she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 
She wore a black velvet coat, with a wide fur collar, and a big 
hat with plumes, her fair hair was beautifully curled, and she 
looked very dainty in the rough crowd. Pinky sighed as he 
looked at her. 

‘H would rather be with my baby,” she whispered, ‘^that 
little girl looks discontented and unhappy.” 

They were already on the way to be wrapped up, before 
they quite took in what had happened. Even then they were 
so excited they forgot to quarrel. 

I expect we shall be on a very smart tree,” said the green, 
‘‘and they will take such care of us that we shall last years. I 
had a friend once who was on the family Christmas tree for five 
years, and he was not so nice as we are.” 

“Oh, they’ll take care of us all right,” said Silver. “Didn’t 
you hear the lady say we were the prettiest she had seen yet, and 
so unusual?” And then they all bridled in their snug little 
compartments. 

The night was spent they knew not just where, but in the 
vicinity of a Christmas tree and greens, for they could hear them 
whispering, and an occasional whiff of piney smell came under 
the lid of the box. The morning passed quietly too, their string 
was untied, and the box looked into by the same lady who had 

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THE CHRISTMAS TREES 

bought them, then they were left on the floor with a lot ofother 
boxes and much general conversation took place. The balls 
felt rather strange and kept very still. 

Suddenly there was a great commotion, the room became 
full of people, all talking at once, and there was hammering and 
rustling, as the tree was set in place, and the greens tacked on 
the walls. Then the lid was taken off* the box, and the balls 
saw that they were in a large room, full of people. In the 
center a great tree stretched its branches, waiting to be trimmed; 
innumerable bundles tied with bright ribbons were piled around, 
and the walls were hung with greens and wreaths. Near the tree 
was “their lady,” and it was the little girl who had opened the 
box. She looked more happy and interested now, and was even 
more gorgeous than ever, with a velvet frock and lace collar, a 
big bow on her yellow curls. 

“This,” said the gold balls, “is richness and luxury. 
Thank goodness, we were high priced, and came here to live.” 

The others all agreed, but the pink ball, — she had a little 
pang of regret when she thought of the fat baby with the bright, 
earnest little face, and the well-worn worsted hood tied under 
its fat, chapped chin. 

Meanwhile the trimming of the tree progressed rapidly. 
A great many beautiful and costly things were hung on it, among 
others our friends, who were prouder than ever, and shone to 
the best of their ability. Goldy made the acquaintance of a 
beautiful paper doll, with feather wings and gold paper skirts, 
who floated on the branch next to him, by the aid of an elastic 
glued to her shoulder. She was very aristocratic and hard to 
know, but he glistened his best and swung to and fro with her, 

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THE CHRISTMAS TREES 

and was happy. The green balls hung near the top, and were 
next to a large scarlet ball that came straight from Germany, 
and only spoke that language; but the greens were very good 
natured, and as they spoke a little German, they got along 
famously. 

When everything was ready, the people went to get dressed, 
and left the tree alone in all its grandeur, a big Santa Claus 
taking charge of the heap of toys piled at its base. 

Once alone, the ornaments began to talk, amicably at first, 
but later, I regret to say, the quarrelling commenced. Goldy 
began it. He stated in no very agreeable tone that he was glad 
they were in a house befitting their station. 

“Your station, indeed,” said the big spike on the top, 
“ why, you came from Wanamaker’s! ” 

Absolute silence followed this remark, and the little balls 
turned cold with fright and shame. Was it then a disgrace to 
come from Wanamaker’s ? The red ball looked pale, and the 
green balls grew greener still. 

“ Wanamaker’s is a large department store, is it not, where 
all sorts of things are sold ? ” asked a silver horse, who pranced 
on one of the upper branches. 

“ Yes,” said its companion, a gold cow, who seemed out of 
place, hanging as it did head down from a lower branch. “They 
sell everything from a wardrobe to a rolling pin.” 

“They have a lovely toy department,” spoke up a new 
voice; and looking towards the corner from whence it came 
they beheld a rather the worse for wear doll. “I have been 
there often with Estelle, and some of their things are very high 
priced.” 


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That,” thought the balls, « is a lovely doll, we will do 
something for her if we can.”) 

« High priced,” said the horse, were you high priced ? ” 
turning a little to the red ball who hung near him. 

‘‘ We were,” answered all the balls in chorus, “ that is why 
we had not been sold before.” 

^‘Toys,” said a beautiful, soft voice, toys, be quiet, do 
you know what we are celebrating?” 

Christmas,” answered several softly. 

Do any of you know what Christmas means ?” 

A long silence followed, and all eyes turned upward to 
where the Christmas Angel hung from the ceiling by a broad 
ribbon tied around its waist. Its arms were outspread above 
the tree, and its dimpled hand seemed to be showering blessings 
on all. As no one answered, the Angel went on gravely: 

‘‘We are celebrating the birth of Christ. I am the image 
of the Angel who brought the news, and I come each year to 
each tree to remind all people that ‘Unto you a Child is born,’ 
and you all pain me by quarrelling over prices at such a time.” 

A sort of shamed silence settled on all the toys. The gold 
ball glanced at his lady love, but she was looking gravely down 
into the green below. ‘Then Santa Claus gave himself a little 
shake. 

“You have made us all feel solemn, when we want to be 
gay,” he said. “Can’t some one start a song? ” 

“ I will,” said the Angel, and he straightway began chant- 
ing, “ ’Twas the Night before Christmas,” and they all joined 
in ; and when it was finished all solemnity had disappeared, and 
wild gayety and good temper prevailed. 

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The evening was a great success. There were a great 
many people, and much light and laughter. The tree was 
praised, and our friends came in for their share of the admira- 
tion. When the guests had gone, Mrs. Miller called the maids 
to her. 

“Undress the tree in the morning,” she said. “Save the 
larger balls, the dolls, and the tinsel animals, and throw all the 
smaller things away. Good-night. Come, Estelle.” 

Consternation fell on the ornaments. The larger ones gave 
sighs of relief, and the smaller ones shudders of horror. The 
little balls glanced at one another and laughed nervously. 

“She cannot mean us,” they said, “we are so beautiful 
and expensive.” And Pinky thought again of the baby. 

“He would never have thrown us away,” she murmured 
to herself. 

The night passed in speculation and very little sleep ; and 
when the first rays of light peeped in through the shades, one of 
the balls — a blue one — was discovered on the ground in pieces. 
He had thrown himself down rather than be thrown away. 

The maids came early, and the work of undoing the tree 
began. Slowly the larger articles, including the tinsel animals, 
were removed and put away, until nothing remained but a few 
cheaper paper ornaments and the sad eleven balls, with their 
pride gone, and their souls humbled to the dust. For they were 
to be thrown out, — they, the pride of the Christmas tree table, 
and all their boasts were for nothing. The rich had bought 
them, and now the rich were throwing them away. The thought 
of the ash can made them shiver, and the gold ones hoped they 
would break in the act. 


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THE CHRISTMAS TREES 


* * * 

I thought Christmas Day was different from other days,” 
remarked a small, ragged boy to a larger, but equally ragged 
little girl, as they slipped and slid on the icy pavement on Christ- 
mas morning, in search of any odd bits that might be left in the 
ash cans that plentifully sprinkled the edge of the curb at this 
early hour. 

‘‘It is different, someway,” answered the small girl, vaguely. 
“ There’s presents for some folks and trees, I think it’s trees, for 
others.” 

“ Trees ? What for? I don’t think a tree is much of a 
present,” sniffed the little boy, contemptuously, “ I’d rather 
have a drum.” 

“ I don’t mean a plain tree, Jimmy Tyler, I mean a tree 
all hung with things made out of shining stuff, and candles, and 
gold glass balls.” Jimmy was struck dumb. 

“Gold glass, O my! I aint never seen gold glass,” he 
gasped. 

“No, neither have I,” answered the sister, “but Billy’s 
Mama says so.” 

That seemed to be convincing, and they both poked away 
at the contents of two large ash cans, until a scream from Jimmy 
caused Sadie to jump almost out of her worn little shoes. 

“Look,” he said, “is this one of them things?” In his 
hand he was holding the one remaining blue ball. He had a 
hole in one side, but he still had courage and tried bravely to 
shine, even though the dust had enveloped him. Sadie stood 
spellbound. 

“It is one of them,” she said. “Oh, who could have 
thrown it away ? ” 


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THE CHRISTMAS TREES 


‘‘ Sadie,” screamed Jimmy, « could we take it home and 
put it on a tree for Billy ? We could borrow a candle.” 

Em afraid it would look bad all alone, Jimmy,” she said 
sadly, “ but,” seeing the intense disappointment she had caused, 
‘‘we can do it. First, let’s hunt through the ashes some more. 
If they throw one away, there may be others.” 

The diligent search was rewarded beyond their wildest 
hope, for not only did the entire eleven appear, all very dusty 
and broken in spirit and thankful to be able to breathe once 
more, but also the remains of Goldy’s lady love, one wing gone, 
and her golden skirts in ribbons, but still beautiful in the child- 
ren’s eyes. 

While they were contemplating their treasures with joy 
beyond words, a man came out of the area way, dragging a 
tremendous Christmas tree after him, which he threw into the 
gutter and then proceeded to chop up. Sadie watched him 
silently for a minute, and then with her face pink with the effort, 
approached him timidly. 

“ Oh, sir, could you chop it so we could have the top ? ” 

The man looked kindly at the two earnest faces, and at 
the toys in the little cold hands. 

“ Of course, I could,” he said heartily, “ how much of the 
top will you be wanting? ” 

“ Oh, just a little piece,” said Sadie. “We haven’t very 
much to put on it.” 

“How will you carry it?” asked the man, when he had 
finished. 

“ On my sled,” said Jimmy, exhibiting with pride a box 
on runners, made by himself. 

[39] 


THE CHRISTMAS TREES 

<<Wait a minute,” said the man, after the balls had been 
carefully stowed away in the bottom on a soft bed of branches, 
and the tree placed on top. I have something inside you will 
like,” and going into the house, he reappeared with two bright 
cornucopias of candy, a nice red apple and an orange. 

“ Oh, thank you, thank you,” cried the children. << What 
a. Christmas Billy will have ! ” 

Who’s Billy ? ” asked the man. 

«He is the baby of our house, his mother rents the back 
room on the top floor. They’re poor, too, and we love Billy.” 

« Sadie takes care of him in the daytime when his mother 
gets work, and she’s a splendid nurse,” said Jimmy with pride. 
Then with nods and smiles they started. The man watched 
them until they disappeared, and then with a half sigh returned 
to his chopping. 

I wish I had asked where they lived, I would like to 
have seen the tree and Billy,” he thought, but it was too late, 
the ragged pair and the old sled with its cheery burden had gone 
around the corner. 

And what of our friends, the balls, down in their nest of 
pine boughs ? They were too happy to speak. The events of 
the night passed among ashes and bits of coal had told much 
on their delicate nerves, and the sudden change to the fragrant 
bed, with a prospect of another tree ahead of them was as cheer- 
ing to them as it was to the children. All pride had gone, and 
there was left only a strong desire to make such a brave appear- 
ance that Billy’s tree would be the best and brightest in the 
land, notwithstanding the fact that the ornaments were few. 

And it was a bright little tree, set up in a starch box, with 
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that she had only one wing. The gold balls glistened as good 
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ment ever comes. 


MOTHER GOOSE’S PARTY 


M other goose had decided to give a party. Not 
an ordinary affair, by any means, but a very extraor- 
dinary party. She had been looking down into New 
York a great deal lately, as she went her rounds on 
her big white goose, and had seen more than one little boy and 
girl reading her ‘‘ Rhymes and Jingles,” and heard them exclaim ; 

“Oh, how I wish I could go to see Mother Goose, and all 
the story-people ! 

So Mother Goose had decided to invite the children, that 
is, the best and nicest only, those who didn’t cry when they were 
being dressed, or when there was no jam for supper. They were 
to come in the evening, for that is the time when they can reach 
Eairyland by the shortest way, and she was going to ask all the 
most interesting people of the “Rhymes and Jingles” to help 
entertain them. 

So pleased was Mother Goose with her plan, that she had 
to call out to the old woman with the pig who lived next door, 
and who was cleaning house very hard, always in hopes of find- 
ing another silver sixpence, to ask her if she would come and 
bring her pig. 

The old woman thought it would be lovely, and offered to 
help prepare for the party. She suggested that the Queen of 
Hearts might give the celebrated tarts by way of refreshments. 
Mother Goose liked the idea, and decided to send a message to 
the queen by the very first person who came in. This person 
happened to be the Maiden All Forlorn, who had just milked 


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MOTHER GOOSE’S PARTY 

her cow, and brought in a nice saucer of milk for Mother Goose’s 
cat, and she offered to go at once and fetch the tarts. 

The next people to come were Jack and Jill, with a bucket 
half full of water. They were now so used to falling down the 
hill, that they managed to keep a little water in the pail, and 
they always brought it to Mother Goose, who used it to wash 
her nice tiled floor. They were crazy about the plan, and 
promised to do what they could to make it a success. 

‘‘We will be here just as early as we can,” said Jill, “ you 
know we have to help Bo-peep find her blessed sheep, and, fit 
on all their tails the first thing in the morning, and it takes a 
long time.” 

“ Then let them come without their tails, let Bo-peep bring 
the tails with her,” said Mother Goose. “ I dare say the child- 
ren would like that quite as well.” 

“What are you going to have to eat?” asked Jack, who 
took a great deal of interest in food. 

Mother Goose told them about the tarts, and Jill suggested 
some of Curlylocks’ strawberries and cream, also Tommy Tuck- 
er’s white and brown bread. Tommy came along just then on 
his way to the village to buy a knife, and promised to bring 
plenty of both kinds of bread with him. 

“ I know something,” said Jill, “ why don’t you get some 
one to go to the King of the Blackbird Pie, and ask him to give 
it to us. Even if we didn’t eat it, the children would be amused 
to see it.” 

“There are two objections to that plan,” said Mother 
Goose, thoughtfully, “ one, that it is a very long way to go, and 
the second, that the top crust of the pie is broken, and the King 

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MOTHER GOOSE’S PARTY. 

won’t have it mended because now the four-and-twenty black 
birds can sing all day long. It would spoil the looks to have 
no top on the pie.” 

Oh, I should think that could be managed,” said Jack, 
the maid’s good-natured, that is, if she has the tip of her nose. 
Perhaps she would make a new top.” 

‘‘ Well, that doesn’t solve the question of getting the pie,” 
said Jill, settling herself on the kitchen table, and swinging 
her feet. I tell you who runs fast, Tom, Tom, the Piper’s 
son. 

But he’d never be able to bring the pie back,” said 
Mother Goose, “he always has the pig to carry. Since they 
killed the first pig he doesn’t dare put this one down. But 
never mind, Jill, I’ll find some way of getting it. I’m going 
out now, and I will look.” 

“ We must go, too,” said Jack and Jill, “ or Bo-peep will 
be screaming. There she is now,” and sure enough along the 
road, preceded by a sound of loud weeping, came Bo-peep, 
wringing her hands. 

“ Oh, Bo-peep, do stop crying a minute, and listen, and 
I’ll tell you what a beautiful plan Mother Goose has. She is 
to give a party to all the children in New York, and you’re to 
come.” Bo-peep looked pleased for a minute, then began to 
cry again. 

“ What good am I,” she sobbed, “ at any party, without 
my sheep ? ” 

“But we’ll find your sheep,” said Jack, “don’t we find 
them for you every day? To-day won’t be any different. 
Come on, Jill,” and each taking one of Bo-peep’s hands, and 

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MOTHER GOOSE’S PARTY 


waving gaily to Mother Goose, they dragged her off down the 
hill. 

Mother Goose started across the fields on her goose, turn- 
ing over in her mind the different people who might go for the 
blackbird pie. Suddenly she came upon a haycock and under 
it, sound asleep, with his head resting on his arm, was Little Boy 
Blue. Mother Goose dismounted, and picking up the horn that 
lay alongside of him, gave him a good rap over the head with 
it. Boy Blue woke up with a lazy yawn, and said : 

You let me alone.” When he saw who it was, he jumped 
to his feet, and bowed very politely, for most of the Fairyland 
children were afraid of Mother Goose when she was cross. 

Boy Blue, will you do something for me ? ” asked Mother 
Goose, and she told him about the pie. “ How can you get it? 
The palace is such a long way off.” 

I can do it,” said Boy Blue, cheerfully and pleasantly, 
I can take Baa, Baa, Black Sheep out of the lane. He goes, 
by the King’s palace every day, with wool for My Lady.” 

Mother Goose was pleased at Boy Blue’s willingness to do 
the errand, and left him with a warning to be quick.” Boy 
Blue started at once for the lane, and sure enough, there was Baa, 
Baa, Black Sheep trotting along. He consented to take Boy 
Blue on his back to the King’s palace. So they started, and 
were there within an hour, as Black Sheep could travel very 
quickly when he wanted to. When they arrived. Boy Blue ran 
in, and found the King in his counting-house, just as he expected. 
Boy Blue explained to him about the party, and the King said 
he would gladly give the pie, but spoke of its not having a top. 
Then he said he thought the maid would make a new one, and 

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MOTHER GOOSE’S PARTY 


Boy Blue ran to ask her if she would. She was very good- 
natured that morning, the dicky-bird having let her nose alone, 
and she consented to make one right away. 

Then camC' the difficulty of carrying the pie, which was 
very large and heavy, to Mother Goose’s house, but here the 
Queen came to the rescue. She had offered some of her bread 
and honey to the party, and she suggested that Cinderella would 
probably let Boy Blue have her pumpkin coach to drive back 
in. 

‘^You know,” said the Queen, ^^she sends her coach into 
the village every day, to drive past the house where the proud 
sisters live so as to make them envious, and as it is empty. Boy 
Blue might just as well ride in it.” 

While the maid baked the top of the pie Boy Blue went at 
once to ask Cinderella about it. She lived quite close to the 
palace, so he wasn’t long finding her. On the way he met 
Simple Simon, who was going fishing, and told him about the 
party, and Simon was so simple that he promised a great many 
fish, out of his mother’s pail, for the feast. 

Cinderella was very glad to see Boy Blue. She said she 
would be at the party, and bring her glass slippers, and as the 
coach was just starting, she was delighted to have Boy Blue use 
it. By the time he had returned to the palace the maid had 
put a lovely fancy top on the pie, — with Mother Goose” 
written in large letters upon the crust, — and Boy Blue put it 
very carefully on the seat opposite to him in Cinderella’s pump- 
kin coach. The drive back was pretty tiresome, for the pie 
seemed excited at the prospect of the party, and kept sliding 
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began to twitter very angrily, — they did not like being bounced, 
— but they got home at last without accident. 

The children arrived at half past eight, and were much 
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the fairy world. They had all the things to eat that they had 
read about for years, and they had such a good time that they 
were ready to cry when the bull tolled the big bell to tell them 
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